— Laura…
The young woman turned toward me.
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She looked no older than thirty.
Beautiful. Confident. Perfectly calm.
That calmness somehow hurt more than anything else.
— Who is she? I asked.
Daniel opened his mouth, but no words came out.
The woman looked at him.
— You said you were going to tell her.
My stomach tightened.
— Tell me what?
— Laura, not here, Daniel whispered.
I laughed bitterly.
— You brought another woman to a resort after telling your wife you needed to “be alone,” and now you’re worried about where we have this conversation?
The woman stepped back.
— I should go upstairs.
Daniel immediately turned toward her.
— Emily, wait.
Emily.
Now I had a name.
I hated how gently he said it.
Like her feelings mattered.
I followed them toward the hotel.
Neither of them stopped me.
Inside the elevator, nobody spoke.
Daniel stared at the floor.
